Quit my job at the 7-Eleven [Incomprehensible] and a glance of heaven Picked up my six string, began to play, yeah All your dreams will drift away All your dreams will come true Lovely mansion with a pool so blue A red Ferrari and a model for a wife Oh yes, it looks like I was born for the good life Running up the highway looking for something Looking for something I can't see Running up the highway looking for something Looking for something I can't see A thousand motels waiting to trash TV dinners, well, I love that bash And if you seen Eddie, just say "Hi, this partys started so drop on by, oh" All your dreams will come true A sunny haven from the inland revenue [Incomprehensible] Paris and a chance to dance Since I signed up Ive been living in a trance Running up the highway looking for something Looking for something I can't see Running up the highway looking for something Looking for something I can't see, yeah Im feeling sick like dawn of the dead Ive got marines marching through my head John-Boy Walton, hes so nice So this is what you call paradise, oh yeah Now all your dreams will come true That lovely mansion with a pool so blue A red Ferrari and a model for a wife Oh yes, it looks like I was born for the good life Running up the highway looking for something Looking for something I can't see Running up the highway looking for something Looking for something I can't see Come on [Incomprehensible]